Thirty breaths

With a cold light flashing in his eyes, Farrell Almond rushed into the spirit formation at an unparalleled speed.
"A fool seeking his own death."
"Haha, does he want to kill Qinghong Saint Son and Xuanmo Saint Son within thirty breaths?"
"A slave cultivator is a slave cultivator, just like a frog in a well. He thinks that he can fight against a Saint Son-level strongman by relying on a secret treasure. It is really foolish."
"How could he know that after we were prepared, the so-called...